Authors: Sam Crescent
His Obsession
Evernight Publishing
Copyright© 2012 Sam Crescent
ISBN:
978-1-77130-151-0
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HIS OBSESSION
The
Owners, 2
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Stephen Knox stared at his friend
Cadeon
Ashwood
where he sat across the room with his woman,
Violet, who sat in his lap. It had been three months since some sick fuck had
tried to take Violet and use her as a sex slave in his prostitution business.
Fortunately, with the help of other members at the exclusive club, Violet had
been saved.
Stephen took another long drink of his whiskey over ice, wondering what
the draw was to his own club. Many men joined this club because of the
possessive way they felt towards women. The consuming need inside them to mark
their women as their own dominated any other need. Some of the men referred to
themselves as “The Owners”. Stephen chuckled behind his glass. There were times
he wondered why he didn’t close the club down. Watching the men with their
women made him aware of how little he actually had in
life
.
Being a wealthy businessman no longer made the grade for him. He lifted his
empty glass to the woman working behind the bar. She nodded her head, filled
another glass, and then took him the refill. Stephen took the glass, turning
his gaze to the woman on stage. Her voice was pleasant to listen to, but she
would never make it as a singer.
Cadeon
joined him while Violet disappeared
out of the room.
“You’re looking grumpy,”
Cadeon
said.
“And I don’t recognise you without your woman in your lap.” Stephen
drained the whiskey and raised his glass for more.
“You’re drinking too much.”
Stephen shot him a look, one of his don’t-fucking-mess-with-me looks.
“I’m older than you. Don’t start with me. You’re sounding like a nagging wife.”
“You’re five years older than I, Stephen. There is nothing you can say
to me to shut me up.”
“I’ll take away your membership and ban you from this club and get a
word against you in Ravage.” He’d do it. His reputation for being a hard-ass
hadn’t been earned out of thin air.
Cadeon
did not get a chance to comment as
Tate and Kevin took their seats around his table. The two men looked utterly
depressed.
“What’s wrong with you two?” Stephen asked. He couldn’t believe they
were invading his space. Couldn’t he have two moments of peace and quiet?
Each man glared at him before they signalled to the woman behind the bar
for another drink. Sean joined them last, looking pissed off.
Stephen ignored him and went back to his drink, which the woman handed
straight to him.
“Do you have any idea what it’s like trying to date the woman you love
inside a house? Rebecca refuses to even try to leave her home,” Tate
said.Stephen
ignored him and went back to his quiet drink.
He began thinking about the young woman he’d just hired to clean his house and
cook his meals. Ursula Mills was a charming twenty-two-year-old college woman
with an attitude, who did nothing but talk when she was in his company. She
talked non-stop about anything, her courses that she was studying in college or
a book she’d finished. There really was no stopping her.
She had the most beautiful deep brown hair he’d ever seen. Her hair
looked similar to the shade of mahogany wood. When he’d told her his thoughts
about the colour of her hair, she’d given him a death stare.
“My hair is not made out of wood,” she’d said with that stern,
authoritative tone. He chuckled, thinking about the way she had placed her hand
on her generous hip while she had glared at him. It had been years since a
woman had had the courage to glare at him. If she’d been his woman, he would
have taken her over his knee and spanked that full ass days ago.
“Someone looks like he’s in a nice place,”
Cadeon
said, pulling him out of his musings. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
“You don’t look like the type of man to be chuckling about nothing.”
Stephen glared at
Cadeon
and refused to
comment. The singing stopped, and he watched the woman leave the table. He
couldn’t recall her name as he employed so many people to work at Club
Possession. He drained his glass and stood. His ride would be waiting outside
for him. Usually he stayed to the last client left, but tonight he wanted to
get home. Ursula had promised to cook his dinner for eight o’clock.
“See you tomorrow, gentlemen.” Stephen shook their hands then turned
‘round and left.
He went back to his office where Lucas Sanchez stood waiting for him.
He’d met the guy a few months back when Sean had introduced him. The guy wanted
to join the club, but he didn’t have the income to match the rules. Stephen had
liked the guy on the first meeting but knew he couldn’t break the rules to
allow him access. However, giving him a job as an assistant manager meant Lucas
could work and get all the perks for being Stephen’s right-hand man. There was
some bad blood between Sean and Lucas. Stephen hadn’t asked. He didn’t want to
get between them.
“What’s the matter, Lucas?” he asked, grabbing his coat from his chair.
“Another ten requests for members to join, along with a further petition
for you to build a playroom downstairs instead of having the self-defence
room.” Lucas handed him the files. Stephen glared down at the petition. There
were over fifty names on the form.
“Fucking playroom.
That’s what Ravage is fucking for.”
He threw the file on his desk. There was a reason he didn’t have dominance
playrooms. It was an agreement that his father and the previous owner of the
BDSM club had arranged. If couples played in their private room then fine, but
to have a public room was against that written agreement. “I’m sick and tired
of men thinking they can run my own club.”
Lucas didn’t say a word. He rarely did.
“I’ll talk to James to try to get him to allow more people to join his
club.”
“I doubt he will. James won’t allow just anyone to join. They have to go
through many tests,” Lucas said.
“Are you a member?”
“Yes. I’m a Master at the club. Money is not a requirement for him. You
have to have the skills to punish and care for a submissive. I have those
skills.”
Stephen could only imagine. He was a member of Ravage, but he preferred
to play with a woman in private. “I’ll deal with this tomorrow. Keep an eye on
everything, and make sure nothing gets out of hand. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He left out of the back door where his allocated driver was waiting.
Sitting in the back, he relaxed. No conversation passed between the driver and
him. He welcomed the quiet more than conversation. Thirty minutes later his
driver pulled up outside his gate and pressed the code before driving down the
long road to get to the front of his house. This was the house that had been
passed down to the first-born son of the next generation. If he didn’t get a
son soon he wouldn’t have an heir to pass down the club and the Knox family
legacy. He dismissed the driver and walked inside. The moment he walked inside
his house the scent of garlic and basil assailed his nose. His mouth watered,
and he moved in the direction of the kitchen.
“Ouch.
Motherfucker.”
He heard Ursula curse,
followed by a hiss. Stephen smiled, opened the door, and leaned against the
wall watching her.
She was draining some pasta, licking her thumb as she watched the water
drain away. Ursula had pulled her hair back in a ponytail while she cooked. She
wore a simple red shirt and a pair of jeans. Her full, luscious body was
outlined for him to gaze at. Most women were completely obsessed with their
weight and the need to be a size zero. Ursula was all curves and nothing bony
about her. Her tits were large, and she had a small waist spilling out to full
hips. She turned ‘round, showing him her ass. He wondered how she would fill
his hand. Then he imagined her above him, riding his cock as he cupped her ass
in his hands.
Fucking pervert.
She’s younger than you. You
shouldn’t be thinking about her like that.
Stephen pulled away from the wall with the intent of letting her know he
was home.
